Nocturne
C. von Horst
Within my arms so, in
Tender, warm embrace, Oh love!
How close thy beauteous eyes in rest.
Eyes and soul all is mine!
Sleep! The taper burns low.
Moonlight o'erfloods the house.
Doest thou recall the portals blue
As we entered? And thy hair
Shines blue. So ebbs
And flows the wave of love's ceaseless longing;
We're one
For all time in realms eternal.